Here's the 3rd chapter if 'Awake'. Hope you enjoy it. Read and Review!

Ronnie POV

Chapter 3-Could One Little Lie Really Be That Bad...?

"What's wrong with her?" I croaked, my voice becoming hoarse as I fought back the mountains of tears. I could see it in the nurse's face. Her eyes became dull and sluggish, her forced smile sunk and a weak, comforting smile grew. I was worried. She swept her hair behind her shoulders then edged nearer to me.

"What's wrong with her?" I repeated myself, my voice level rising in my flurry of concern. She cocked her head forward so that she was peering into my face and gave me a look. She gave me a look so sympathetic, so comforting, that I automatically predicted the worst. As I sat, my arms wrapped around my stomach, I tried ever so hard to prevent the continuous back-flips in my stomach, each and every back-flip making me feel more and more sick with worry.

"What...is...wrong...with...her?" I spoke clearly, the high exasperated cries that one were, were now serious, confident tones that showed the poor, helpless nurse how frustrated I was now becoming.

I watched closely as the weak, forced smile faded from the nurse's face as she studied my stern expression then, realising she had forgotten to maintain her clearly fake smile, quickly sparked the forced, sympathetic smile upon her face once more.

"Miss Mitchell, it's important that you of all people help Danielle right now", the nurse mumbled, almost as a whisper.

"Can you just tell me?!" I bowed my head and clasped my hands together, prepared for the predictably horrific blow to occur, "please".

The nurse sighed then bravely looked me directly in the eyes, "It's amnesia".

I definitely felt the blow as she spoke those words. My chest tightened, my eyes widened and my stomach did an enormous back-flip, even more powerful and stronger than ever ,which caused me to hurl over and clutch my stomach in shock.

"Am..amnesia?!" I could hardly utter the words, I felt so shocked, so confused.

"Yes, Miss Mitchell, but we are unable to determine whether or not the amnesia is temporary or permanent," the nurse sighed.

I took a moment to gaze away from the nurse for a minute, my mind in complete confusion. Amnesia? Could it be true?

"Amnesia..." my thoughts seemed to drift out of my mouth as a hushed whisper, unstoppable.

"Pardon?"

I cleared my throat, "Does she remember...anything?"

The nurse stuttered, seeming to think through her unuttered words before eventually saying them out loud. "She remembers her name, everything else...gone".

I almost burst out crying at this. Danielle, my own daughter, she didn't remember me. After everything, after all this, I was unable to comprehend how she could even forget me. It just hadn't clicked, I guess. I couldn't come to terms with this, her amnesia. I clutched my stomach harder as I thought this over, the pressure of my hand becoming to strong against my stomach that I choked a little, panicking the nurse as I did so.

"Pass a bucket!" I heard the nurse yell. Before I knew it, an orange bucket was placed in front of me, on my knees. I scoffed suddenly, leaving the nurse looking unimpressed. I couldn't help it though, they had passed me an orange bucket...you'd think hospitals would have fancier equipment for someone almost being sick.

The nurse set aside the incident nevertheless. She cleared her throat, shook her head a bit then turned her attention back to me.

"Miss Mitchell, would you like to go and talk to Danielle? We're hoping that anyone she knows-friends, family or even distant acquaintances- can trigger her memory a little, help her on the road to recovery".

"Anything that helps!" I cried, focusing my attention away from the nurse and back on Danielle. There she sat, only a few feet away from me, her blank confused eyes staring back at me.

"Hey Danielle", my voice shook a little. I was just silently praying, praying so hard, that she would remember me. It took a minute, probably longer, before she replied. She kept gazing at me with the same blank expression, the wrinkles on her forehead rippling as her eyes squinted at me, obviously trying her utmost hardest to put a name to the face. And then it changed. That poor, helpless expression transformed into a light-hearted, smiley facial expression.

"Mum!" she cried, her voice echoed round the room, so relieved, so incredibly pleased. Thank god, I thought, thank god.

Before I knew what was happening, Danielle had thrown her skinny little arms around me and was hugging me, weeping as she did so. I wept too, my emotions running askew. As we held each other closely, the thought that we'd spent a year apart sinking in, the nurse calmly approached me.

"Miss Mitchell," she whispered into my ear, one hand on my shoulder, "We encourage that you tell Danielle about the past, help her remember various experiences".

Oh great, I thought. A chance to tell Danielle how bad a mother I had been to her, a chance to explain to her the real reason she came to Walford, the real reason she had been in a coma for a whole year, all the reasons...every reason.

"OK", I breathed then sat myself down beside Danielle. I was just about to talk to Danielle, tell her about the past, when I had a sudden thought. A wonder. What if I wasn't to tell Danielle the truth. After all she couldn't remember anything, the past was merely a blur to her. I gazed down at her smiling little face. I felt the warmth, the strong mother/daughter connection between us two. How could I jeopardise that, especially over a stupid mistake that I made a whole year ago? Was it really worth chucking it all away for a second time? Could one little lie really be that bad...?

Well that was Chapter 3. Find out in Chapter 4 if Ronnie really goes ahead with telling that dangerous lie. I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway. Review Please!!

Georgina =)